The administrative floor of Peninsula International Hotel is quiet. A cleaning car is in the corridor, stepping on the carpet and walking silently.

Although Song Yi was the owner of the hotel, he had met with the hotel's general manager Yang Meiyun and other senior executives. The cleaning lady only thought he was a guest who checked in and pushed the cart away.

He asked Peninsula International Hotel to pay for the accounting firm in Jiangzhou to check the accounts, which was also a very fucking behavior. I wonder if Yang Meiyun's plump and quiet beauty scolded him in her stomach. Who told him that he was tight at the time!

Of course, I am also in a tight position now. A veritable debtor! Jiangzhou Construction Bank has a loan of 30 million yuan, and the Loan Bank has a loan of 100 million yuan. After the National Day holiday, the loan will be processed and returned to the financial institutions in Shenzhen after half a month.

He had 80 million left in Jinghu Culture's books. He had to embezzle 20 million to burn it for "Yijian Live". What was left was the start-up capital of the Luoshan Film and Television City project!

I owe a total of 130 million yuan to the bank. Of course, the old man now owes money. It is a bit scary to owe a bank of 100 million yuan, but it is not scary to owe more than one billion yuan.

Song Yi had other plans for the 70 million funding gap. He had 2 million in his card, and was in a relaxed and comfortable mood, gently knocking on the door of Room 3121.

Zhao Yi opened the door, and a handsome man with a warm flattering smile on his face, bent down and said, "Hello, Mr. Song, hello."

Song Yi has actually known Zhao Yi's identity now. This kid cooperated with Geng Xiaoju to "design" him. How could he not ask about his situation? Maybe he was also asking about his situation and startling him.

Zhao Yi is Wang Wanyun's husband. The two are classmates from Jiangzhou University. He is 25 years old this year. He comes to Luocheng to start a business, mainly engaged in e-commerce and tea business. His assets are about a few million. He is considered a relatively smart person.

And it's not bad either. Otherwise, I won't be able to hold the beauty back.

Such a small character dares to cooperate with Geng Xiaoju to trick him. He really doesn't mind stepping on him into the mud bark. Geng Xiaoju called him and asked him to be proud, saying that Zhao Yi carefully prepared a gift for him, which would definitely satisfy him.

In fact, what kind of face can Geng Xiaoju have in front of him? Last time she secretly called to report the message, it would be useful for Song Yi to keep her. Let's take a look at the situation.

"Where is Geng Xiaoju? Not here." Song Yi asked casually, looking at the living room of the suite.

Zhao Yi stood beside him and said with a pity: "Sister Geng is here with Mr. Xu."

Song Yi sneered. Is this Zhao Yi not Geng Xiaoju's little wolf dog? He is young and handsome. It is normal for them to have a leg. It's like a wolf in his thirties! Lin Xunchang and Xu Yuewen are both men in their forties and fifties. Can they satisfy Geng Xiaoju, a beautiful woman?

Your messy relationship!

Zhao Yi was a little embarrassed and pretended not to see Song Yi's ridicule. He skipped it and apologized: "Mr. Song, the drink party that day was arranged by Geng Xiaoju. She only said that I could develop the company with your relationship. I really don't know that they would ask someone to check your drunk driving. You are a lot of people and you are fart."

Look, this is the ending of the wild mandarin duck. There will be no love at all, and loyalty can be expressed.

Song Yi looked at Zhao Yi's expression and believed that he was unaware of it. After all, given his status as Luoshan Film and Television City, Zhao Yi would never dare to cooperate with him. "Where is the gift?"

Zhao Yi hurriedly said, "President Song, please." At this time, his phone suddenly rang. He took the phone outside the suite to answer the phone.

Of course, Song Yi would not wait for Zhao Yi, so he pushed open the closed bedroom door and was stunned immediately.

The gift in the bedroom was not a gift, but a person. To be precise, a very beautiful woman. The two of them looked at each other, and Song Yi was stunned, not knowing what to say.

The beauty sitting on the bed in the bedroom was Zhao Yi's wife Wang Wanyun. He had only seen Wang Wanyun's feet straightening the bones in the morning. She was wearing a thin nightgown with a concave ketone curve under the nightgown, which made people feel angry.

Wang Wanyun didn't expect that the man who came in would be Song Yi, and her mind was immediately down and blank. The view Zhao Yi instilled in her was: If a big man wants to punish him, he must sacrifice his life to save him.

After thinking about the relationship for so many years, the couple's relationship was in a grievance. She agreed with grievance. She was not a tough woman. She just wanted to divorce Zhao Yi after tonight. She was just a bite to the dog.

However, the person who came in was an acquaintance. How could she feel about such a scandal being noticed? Her emotions were crushed. She sat by the bed, covered her face, and started crying.

Such a fragrant scene, if a man with a dark mind was probably going to start enjoying the night. Song Yi shook his head. What a fucking thing? Zhao Yi is so fucking willing to go out!

Song Yi swallowed in his heart and comforted him, "Teacher Wang, don't cry. I won't hurt you." As he said that, he walked out of the bedroom.

He thinks he is not a noble person. He is a common man. But ordinary people also have bottom lines! He does not want to put his great life into such a dark abyss of human heart. Some things, if you do, you will have no way back.

As the saying goes, when you are staring at the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you

And he really had no intention of hurting a woman.

There was still crying sounds from a distance from the hidden bedroom. Song Yi thought that Zhao Yi would not come back. After thinking about it, he called Lu Xiao, "Lu Xiao, come to Room 3121."

Some things are like pustules in the heart. The more you cover them, the worse it will get worse. If you pick them up, it will be a good way.

Lu Xiao had been waiting in the Peninsula International Hotel for a long time. She went to the spa in the afternoon. She thought Song Yi wanted to play romantic things. After a while, after hearing Song Yi talk about the causes and consequences, she cursed angrily: "Zhao Yi, this turtleman! He sent his wife out for others to play, what else would he do?" He hurried in to comfort her friend Wang Wanyun.

Song Yi didn't care about Lu Xiao's words, so he picked up his coat and walked out of the room. He sent Zhao Yi a text message: Don't let me see you in Luocheng again.

Then, he lit a cigarette, called Gao Rui, and asked if the high school classmates had parted in the party today.

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Gao Rui was attending a high school class reunion at noon, and more than 20 students came in the class. Adults in their thirty years old held class reunions and decided whether to come. It was not just the affection between classmates, but everyone still had considerations in their hearts.

First, I went to the city students, visited the high school, and had a simple meal in the restaurant outside the school gate. In the afternoon, the group went to sing first, and then the students rushed over one after another. By five o'clock in the afternoon, there were more than 20 people.

The group went to the restaurant "Jinghu Pavilion" that was booked in advance for dinner. Luocheng is a small town in fourth-tier cities, but the industry of eating, drinking and entertainment is still very developed. In addition to high-end catering, there are also some hotels with authentic dishes and reasonable prices.

Jinghu Pavilion is named inconspicuously, but the decoration inside is also magnificent. In the huge private room, there are two tables of wine. A boy who is doing well asked Gao Rui: "Song Yi, the top student in our class, did not come?"
Chapter completed!